Orc Poetry Contest, Page 1

Reminder 1: Number your entries, and separate them with the <hr> tag.
Reminder 2: There is a theme. It is "ORCS"
The poems must be about orcs or in orcish style!
Make sure the entries fit the theme, or they will be removed.

Examples:
00. Untitled
I drink my breakfast ale
while I put my wife on sale
Time to go and kill an elf
so that I get meat for myself

Watch me with your with your inferior eye
I see you from the shadows.
Not a thought, nor feeling deep.
I lurk in your nightmares. I feed your fears.
Just a creature, nothing more
The side of yourself you deny.
The part you wish you were.

An orc i am , as ugly as i may be,
terrorizing life out by the sea.
But with club in hand,
a part of brigand.
Pillaging, chasing and ranting all day,
is everything that makes life so sway!
So run, run, as fast as you can,
you won't catch me cause I am the orcsterman,
but if you choose to do so,
i won't cry if you wash my loincloths man!

God of war and steel,
Never let me kneel
In front of foe or friend
I'll battle to the end.
Elven tribes, forests dark, will rise their bows
Arrows shadows cast on earth and kill our rows
But dead we will be not.
Dwarf axe will hit our shield, break our will
And many friend and brother they will kill.
But dead they will be not.
Human mind and cunning treachery will yell
To the sky above we give our heart and will.
But dead we will be not.

For now and ever, evermore
We are, we will and be forever
One heart, one soul, one beat,
We are the Orc.

Death pales in our name
For we feed it's fame
It bows it's head when the elder speak
Of lives we lost when we were weak
And lives we lived we live again, without fear
And all the Orc, they hear
And live once more through tales
And never die, new life they gain, our heroes.
Eternal life, gained in words by deeds
Eternal life, within our minds.
Eternal life, within the tales, that will never end,
As long as one heart still beats and it is Orc.

We fear not death, for we are immortal.
We fear not battle, for it brings salvation.
We fear no clan, race or nation.
We are the Ork and our name means death,
to all that's mortal.

(Translator's Note: A song sang by Orcish legions during the War of the Black Sun, upon news of the approach of Orcart. Orcart was the then general of the mountainous Orc nation. Under his leadership, Orc armies pushed out the dark sorcers and their minions, and took many human towns and provinces held in thrall to these great and cruel wizards. It would be hard to say under which these people suffered more.)

But the smell is quite weird and the taste is no good,
Me know well me butt smell, it puts me in good mood,
"Me step on some poopie", me grunt out aloud,
But it no disgusting, it reminds me of food!

Ork women make good food, they taste like Elf poopie,
So me think it must be, some fresh Elven goodie,
But me remember well what me brother once say,
"Elves no no take poopie, that why they taste yummy".

Me mother once tell me, "listen you fat moron,
Much luck it will bring you, the poopies you step on,
So treat them with much care, you will soon see,
Ork women love the smell of some warm fresh poopie!"

Me finish the poem, as me very hungry,
Hunting is now over, dinner is now ready,
Me will go home soon and smack me wife in the head,
And me will tell her that her food taste like poopie.

2006-05-28[.kazuki.]: i personally like the more serious ones - to comment i like mine for how it tells u inner things of an Orc that applies to some real people and the silly ones are just plain funnny

2006-05-28[spincrus]: Except for maybe 2 or 3, which I think don't really show much effort overall, I really love the poems here. Heh, I can't say it'll be easy for me :D

2006-05-29[kittykittykitty]: A fun contest like this makes it easier for people who aren't very poetic to enter something :) Some of the shorter entries suit the theme very well, even if they might not be masterpieces

2006-05-29[spincrus]: There are very short pieces which actually do show some signs of effort, so I like them too :D